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2007

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87 Long Meadow Drive, Irondequoit, Ny 14612, Marie Heberger Jan 2007

87 Long Meadow Drive, Irondequoit, Ny 14612, Marie Heberger

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"My grandmother's house smelled like love. The kitchen was always baking, boiling, simmering - the pepperoni pizza, the peso, pastina in chicken soup. The living room was bright and comfortable - the squeaky, soft couch (the davenport, they called it) draped with the maple syrup crocheted blanket, the ivory-colored chairs covered in plastic, the baby basil and thyme sprouting in milk cartons cut in half on the windowsill, the old TV (a piece of furniture, she calls it) on which a couple of Virgin Marys, the pope, and some …


Only The Good Die Young, Theresa Charlebois Jan 2007

Only The Good Die Young, Theresa Charlebois

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Full Issue, No Author Jan 2007

Full Issue, No Author

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Preliminary Pages, No Author Jan 2007

Preliminary Pages, No Author

The Angle

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Word Salad, David Latella Jan 2007

Word Salad, David Latella

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I Give..., Lindsay Snider Jan 2007

I Give..., Lindsay Snider

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Breadcrumbs, Kristina Braell Jan 2007

Breadcrumbs, Kristina Braell

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"While mom washed my hair in the sink, she would tell me stories. When the shampoo dripped into my eyes, her words distracted me from the sting. Staring at the scenes in the Scandinavian plates over the basin, I would let my mind wander through the houses; the woman making cheese with her daughter, and the farmer hard at work with a hay fork and wagon. Mom always gave every story a Scandinavian twist, and each plot was set in Denmark. That's just how it was. It didn't occur …


Tengo Un Amor Mio, Martha Black Jan 2007

Tengo Un Amor Mio, Martha Black

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A Death In The Woods, Mareesa Forbes Jan 2007

A Death In The Woods, Mareesa Forbes

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False Hope, Theresa Charlebois Jan 2007

False Hope, Theresa Charlebois

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Cliché, David Latella Jan 2007

Cliché, David Latella

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A Rose For Grandma M., Theresa Charlebois Jan 2007

A Rose For Grandma M., Theresa Charlebois

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Two Children, Meghan Prichard Jan 2007

Two Children, Meghan Prichard

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This Is Forsaken, Erin Hurd Jan 2007

This Is Forsaken, Erin Hurd

The Angle

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"Sophia: She is beautiful; dark hair draping around her delicate shoulders. Used to be a dancer, before college. She is tall, thin with sad, brown eyes. Twenty. Just turned in July. Sophia is surrounded by a crowd at the lunch table. She stabs a forkful and eats in silence, listening to the senseless chatter. Everyone talks around her, in front of her, behind her. Never to her. She sips her water. Every day a glass of water. She pulls out her phone, no missed calls. She returns to her …


The Gray Vicinity, Michael Reilly Jan 2007

The Gray Vicinity, Michael Reilly

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Hunger, Katelyn Kanavy Jan 2007

Hunger, Katelyn Kanavy

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Phoenix, Jamie Lasda Jan 2007

Phoenix, Jamie Lasda

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Leaving, Tom Tharp Jan 2007

Leaving, Tom Tharp

The Angle

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"Her mascara was running. She was sure of it.. She could feel the tears and knew they were heavier than normal. The tickled a little more than usual as they made their rolling way toward her chin. One poised itself and dived into her lukewarm egg drop soup. It executed a perfect swan dive, barely making a splash. She could see the mascara spreading in tendrils like a half-forgotten nightmare. She imagined the droplet spreading like a storm cloud, the egg looking like lightning; her small sob, like thunder. …


Green, Nick Violette Jan 2007

Green, Nick Violette

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Antagonist Or Protagonist, Jonathan Howard Jan 2007

Antagonist Or Protagonist, Jonathan Howard

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Still And Silent, Unafraid, Elias Van Son Jan 2007

Still And Silent, Unafraid, Elias Van Son

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He Whispered To Himself, Mareesa Forbes Jan 2007

He Whispered To Himself, Mareesa Forbes

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"The day that Julian died was the busiest day of his life. To him, looking back, he found it oddly fitting that he'd woken up so early in the morning. The blaring scarlet digits next to his head read 5:32, a mere two hours after he had managed to find the massive bed so he could pass out atop it. He was silent as consciousness overtook him; and through the darkness, his eyes adjusted until he could count the cracks in the ceiling from where the guitars had been …


Full Issue, No Author Jan 2007

Full Issue, No Author

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Preliminary Pages, No Author Jan 2007

Preliminary Pages, No Author

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Political Love (Just A Name), Bryan Jones Jan 2007

Political Love (Just A Name), Bryan Jones

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My Blue And White Mickey Mouse Fishing Pole, Audra Conway Jan 2007

My Blue And White Mickey Mouse Fishing Pole, Audra Conway

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"We waited patiently for darkness to fall. Huddled on the edge of the woods, we wore several layers of gray and black Hanes sweatshirts and sweatpants, each of which clung tightly to our small bodies. Dried leaves crinkled as we shifted our weight from one leg to the other. Burdock adhered itself to every piece of accessible and exposed fabric. I could feel the debris of the woods; small sticks, dirt, stone and leaves inhabited my stringy dirty blonde hair."


Man Is What He Cannot Be Without, John Marino Jan 2007

Man Is What He Cannot Be Without, John Marino

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Thursday, Mark Overmyer Jan 2007

Thursday, Mark Overmyer

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My Son, Michael Tiffany Jan 2007

My Son, Michael Tiffany

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Lusty Cloud, Mark Overmyer Jan 2007

Lusty Cloud, Mark Overmyer

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